It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er

The blood more stirsTo rouse a lion than to start a hare!

Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,Making both it unable for itself,And dispossessing all my other partsOf necessary fitness?